FallenI'm tumbling;I've tripped and fallen,Rocking down the cliffs,Ocean below, screaming die!Lightning strikes in symphony.I wish I could say you were hanging on with me,But you're at the cliff tops dancing,Reveling in the storm that just might killThis little soul on the cliff side.
NightmaresIt seems like Hell's stepped upon my door,In place of the winter cold,Because this time, it's like fire,Filled with agonizing desire to hate.A living nightmare. Pain swept me up so fast I gasped,Breathing I waited for the storm to pass,I wish it would just leave me alone,But everyone seems to know I'm here.I've become hyper aware. Look in my eyes, afraid to move,Seeing the anger there,But there's so much pain,Hidden behind curtains of fear.A crippled layer of affairs. I twist and shake,With these pleas for someone to rescue me,Active but not awake,My tears made my eyes clear.Someone lend me an overused prayer.
Breathe in snowless airHappiness blooms in the air,Yet still the sky is full of despair,I can see it shining in the moonAnd the stars.Listen as the crickets chirp,Winter's taken over,The way that summer used to be,All the time this happened to me.Bones are falling on the ground,And there are whispers of the soulless all around,Only I seem to see them,And you can hear their chatter still.I wish I could have a little bit of that autumn chill,Or maybe a spring's little bloom of warmthI just want to feel something else,Other then the relentless coldness spills.It's snowless,And I don't want it so.It's soulless,And I want to say hello,To let them know we have more in common then they think.Snowflakes should always fall to the ground in sync.
GravityThis rocky mountainside,Seems to coincide,With my belief that there is no such thing as gravity.I wish I could explain,But it seems hard to retain,My impossible ways of thinking that I do.Thinking more than often not,Falling through the air,There is nothing that pulls you down,It's simply your attraction to the ground.Ocean hills wave in the sun breeze,How I wish I could say hello,But you know how it is, without a greeting,You're better off safe at home.Crippled by my weak accusations,I've given into the force that pulls me,And it yanks so forcefully,Keeping me down,Instead of pulling me high above temptation.I'd love to fall into the air,And stay floating there.But you know how it is,Without a goodbye,It's better off just to relyOn the wind.
Poet's Winter NightsThere's a cold sunset,Turquoise and orange,Amidst winter skies,A pearly white,That I imagine sometimes,It's clear as day,Even though that, too, fades away,With the orange and summer-like blue.One thing I'll always remember that's true,Virginia's sunsets are clear as can be,So I'll write this poetry,Beneath a night lit oak tree,Where blue and orange,Water and fire,Liquify into another type of desire.
DespairingTime and space,Wishing, yesMaybe grieving instead.Screaming voice, become my quieter acting skills,Lying with my teeth and tongue,Because my breath is but a waste.Breathe in the night air,It shuts up that voice.You know,The one that calls itself despair.
'Alone'Nighttime will hear your secrets.Your window open, the air spilling in,And squinting your eyes against the cold.Stars wishing the moon was there with them,And not behind fuzzy, puffy, darkened, dismal clouds.There is always the air to speak to, however,Or the birds to listen to your thoughts.The ground to lay your tellings upon,Or another broken heart.Grass to nuzzle your heartbeat intoLeaves to feel with your fingertips,Water to touch with your eyes,A broken up sky.There's so much more than you knew,It's amazing, really, creating a ripple effect,Spreading and dividing, searching, for the right wind to whisper to.That's alone.It really is.
FlyingFeathered are those soft wings,Lifted by air, resisting gravity,Never to be shattered in pain,Instead lift, without power or personal gain.Bird, sing me your secrets,Because I wish to be one with your wind,Eyes that spell fathomless depths,Abysmal in their own darkness, begin.Talons, never touch the ground,You'll find it's hard to be steady.No matter how slow the earth spins,Off balance is where I stand, not ready.Fight against the air when it pushes too hard,Never, just drift, and you'll find you will go far.Fly without fear and it will take you places,Whether south or north, you will find new faces.Be free within the sky,Though chained by the need to come down,You can still feel the sun in your feathers,Never a sigh or emotional cry.